Desperate.
Thorin had to piss.
As the Dwarves from the Blue Mountains argued with Dain's Dwarves, Thorin glanced over at Lyanna, she was frowning at the arguing Dwarves, one hand caressing her swollen belly, Thorin felt pride in that, that he & Lyanna had managed to conceive so easily, conception didn't come easy to Dwarves given how few Dwarf Women there were & some chose to remain unmarried, preferring their work over the choice of Motherhood & Wife. Thorin shifted in his seat, trying to avoid drawing any undue attention, really this was all Balin's fault Thorin seethed, Thorin had been on his way to relieve himself after just coming out of another Council meeting, this time with Bard & his son when Balin had rushed up to him, face red as he hurriedly explained that Dain's men had almost come to blows with the traders, so Thorin had hurried after Balin, ignoring the pressure in his bladder for it hadn't been so urgent.
Now, some hours later, the two groups had yet to come to an agreement despite Balin acting as referee & the King and Queen overseeing things, Thorin was having to clench his muscles to avoid making a mockery not only of himself but of Lyanna & his Sister-Sons, he'd never live down the shame of such a thing, Thorin shifted as he felt sweat start to bead on his forehead, really how much longer could this blasted meeting go on for anyway?
Thorin shifted again, not able to completely stifle the whimper of agony, Lyanna being what she was, turned to him at the sound, concern written over her face "Amrâlimê?" she said "I'm fine, it's just a headache is all" Thorin replied as he brought her hand up to place a chaste kiss to it, as Thorin turned back around in his chair, he noticed the indulgent looks all the Dwarves were giving him & Lyanna, Thorin had feared that after the battle the other Dwarves would not accept their union, but what Lyanna had done had earned their collective respect, along with a healthy dose of fear, none dared to challenge her or indeed Thorin himself. Thorin couldn't help but snort in disgust as he remembered the meeting with Thranduil after the battle, Thorin still didn't trust the Elf King but he had saved Lyanna's life, along with that of their first child, as such Thorin owed Thranduil a debt & due to Lyanna's influence he managed to get along with Thranduil.
Mostly.
That wasn't to say there hadn't been the occasional shouting match, these however were rare, as for some infuriating reason, Thranduil seemed fond of Lyanna, indeed each time Thranduil arrived at Erebor Thorin had to restrain himself from launching himself off of his throne & ripping Thranduil's silky blond hair out by the roots as he greeted Lyanna, each time he smiled tightly at the Elf King, the threat clearly written in his eyes. After what Kili had done however…..even now Thorin still couldn't believe it, Dis however had simply smirked at him as Thorin watched dumbfounded as Kili begged their permission to marry Tauriel, Thorin *could* have forbade the marriage, he was well within his right to as King, however the thought of breaking his youngest Nephews heart then having to face Dis & Lyanna….Thorin had given in with hardly any resistance, Dis's triumphant grin said it all, how she had known when he hadn't even suspected….Thorin snorted at the memory.
Lyanna looked at him again & Thorin just shook his head, Lyanna had known too, it's what had swayed Thorin, that Tauriel was no spy, she loved Kili just as much as he loved her, he had given Kili his blessing & after Kili had thrown himself at his Mother & Uncle he had shot off to find Fili. Thorin shook his head again at that that, Fili, not quite as outrageous as his baby Brother had also shocked Thorin for Fili did not want the hand of a respectable Dwarf Lass, no once Erebor was prosperous again & Dale rebuilt some years later, Fili had nervously asked Thorin to call a meeting between himself, Bard, Bain & Balin, Curious Thorin had set the meeting up & sat in one of the large dining areas usually used for formal dinners, there was a generous amount of food on the table as they waited for Bard & Bain, Fili however touched none of it, Thorin had been greatly concerned when upon their arrival, Fili had turned a worrying pale green, almost as if he were ill.
As greetings were exchanged, they all sat, Bard & Bain helping themselves to food as Balin continued with his share, Thorin had noticed then the sharp gleam in Balin's eye & he didn't like it, something was afoot & he had a feeling he wasn't going to like it, whatever it was. As the meal progressed, Fili still refused to touch any of his food, instead staring with a kind of muted horror at Bard, Bain had smiled reassuringly at Fili but it only seemed to make him worse. Eventually most of the food was gone & Ale was brought out, they all passed more time pleasantly talking over the trade routes & what needed to be done for the winter, eventually Bard had asked what the meeting was for & Fili, sweating now had blurted out that he wished to ask for Sigrid's hand, Thorin in the middle of taking a drink of his ale had promptly choked on it, spluttering, he set his mug down & glared at Fili who withered under his Uncle's stare.
Fortunately for Fili (and unfortunately for Thorin) Lyanna chose that moment to appear with Dis & Kili, really Thorin had little choice to agree to the match, unless he wanted the wrath of both his Sister & his Wife.
Looking over at the King of Dale, Thorin was shocked to see him grinning, Bard gave his permission as Sigrid's Father and Bain gave his agreement, Balin's face splitting grin confirmed that once again he had been the last to know about such things. Grateful that the worst was over, Fili had sunk back down into his seat & started pulling what little food there was left toward him. Thorin had sulked his way into bed that night, grumbling as he removed his clothing, his mutters were clearly heard by Lyanna where she was sitting on a plush stool as she carefully removed all the pins from her hair, she had poked fun at him, gently telling him that Kili & Fili both respected him so much, not only as their King but as their Uncle, mollified, at least for the time being Thorin had marvelled at how well Lyanna had taken to her role as Queen & as a Mother, pregnancy suited her, Thorin could never understand it, for whenever Lyanna conceived she got this glow about her & it simply took his breath away.
Thorin was brought back to the present as his bladder throbbed painfully, gritting his teeth, Thorin squeezed his thighs together in the vain hope that it would alleviate some of the pressure, it didn't. Mahal, but something had to give & soon, Thorin knew that he was pushing himself long past the point of no return & that he was living on extremely borrowed time, yet he absolutely would not let himself go now, not here. Thorin thanked Mahal that Balin had taken the two groups into one of the meeting rooms & not the Throne room, Thorin winced in pain as he darted an uneasy look about the room before he slipped his hand inside his trousers & gripped his cock to hold himself back. Thorin endured perhaps another half hour of this before he groaned in pain, at once the arguments stopped & a hush filled the room, hunched over on the table as he was, Thorin didn't see Lyanna stand up but with a command she sent the two groups out of the chamber to continue this in the morning, Balin was also sent away, much to his displeasure, once everyone was gone, Lyanna was by his side.
Thorin's muttered response had her all but dragging him out of the room via a tunnel used for the Royal Family, Thorin stumbled along as best he could with one hand gripping his cock, thankfully the long cloak he wore protected his modesty as Lyanna all but dragged him up to one of the balconies, with a snapped command at the Dwarven guards, they fled down the corridor. She then set to unlacing Thorin's trousers as he wriggled out of his coat, Thorin groaned in agony as Lyanna finally got his trousers down & picked up his coat from where he dropped it on the floor, carefully placing it on a nearby chair, with a little manoeuvring she gently pushed Thorin into position so that he was facing the balcony and stood behind him, tugging up his tunic with one hand as she gripped his cock with the other & aimed it through the balustrades.
"Go"
With that, Thorin finally let himself go, feeling his body convulse as the stream of piss burst out of him & over the edge of the balcony, as his thighs shook he felt his head drop back onto Lyanna's shoulder as she held him upright as he continued to piss, drifting as he was at the relief of finally getting to go, even Thorin was surprised at the amount that was coming out, Lyanna continued to hold onto him, reassuring him that everything was fine, that the darkness hid them from any eyes that might be looking, Thorin wasn't really paying much attention lost in the sensation of his bladder finally being empty as the stream trickled off before it stopped altogether. As Lyanna gently removed her hand from his cock & placed a kiss to the side of his throat, Thorin took a deep breath in trying to steady himself as he tried to ignore the scent in his nose, he wanted to moan in relief, completely oblivious to what he had done, any embarrassment taking a back seat to the relief.
Thorin took his hand off of his cock & were it not for Lyanna, he would have collapsed as his body convulsed again, Thorin's cry was muffled as she gently put her hand over his mouth, her eyes wide as she watched Thorin produce another burst of liquid, only this time it wasn't piss, it was semen. Spurt after spurt shot out of his cock as Thorin continued to writhe, this time in pleasure, Thorin watched as if from a distance as his body shook from the sheer force of his orgasm, because that's what this was, not just relief but mind-numbing pleasure.
Thorin lost track of time after that, too caught up in his post orgasmic haze to notice Lyanna pulling his trousers back up & relacing them before she helped him to sit on one of the chairs, carefully she tucked his cloak over him before she knelt next to him, slowly as the minutes passed, Thorin came back to himself, blinking several times he looked into her eyes & felt a blush burn its way up his throat as what had just happened finally registered in his wrung out brain, instead of a reprimand or disgust, Lyanna quietly giggled at him, but Thorin saw the calculating look in her eye "I didn't…?" Thorin asked mortified at the idea of wetting himself, she shook her head & Thorin sagged back into the seat.
Durins Beard that had been far too close for his liking.
When Thorin was able to, he stood up, he watched as Lyanna took a bucket used for dousing torches & emptied the water over where he'd been stood, washing away any evidence of what Thorin had done, with that Lyanna helped him back to their chambers. The next morning she told any nosey Dwarves that Thorin had been overcome with a most frightful headache, the two arguing groups had apologised profusely to Thorin then to Lyanna before they went their separate ways arguments solved.
For now.